After passing through a hundred doorways you come to La Chambre de la
Maitresse du Pantin. The Mistress of the Revels wanders through her suite
of rooms, noticeably preoccupied. Her beautiful brow frowns as she examines
a tiny silver bracelet, fashioned for a wrist far smaller than her own.
She runs her fingers along the contours of an unusual seat, almost a saddle,
with a little ladder. The Mistress of Unimaginable Acts
sits on her vast brass bed. Her Puppet is just visible, his tiny feet poking
out from under the pillow.